"Oh, hey John. Yeah, I'm alright," I reply with a faint smile. "Just... thinking about some stuff." "Anything you wanna talk about?" John asks, his eyes gentle and inviting. I take a deep breath and look down at my hands fidgeting in my lap. "I... I've been having these weird visions - I don't know what to call them," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "They're like... premonitions, I guess. And they always seem to come true." John listens intently, his expression thoughtful. "Wow. That's pretty intense," he says softly. "Have you told anyone else about this?" I shake my head. "No... I don't know how they'd react. They'd probably think I'm crazy or something." John shifts closer to me and puts a supportive hand on my shoulder. "Hey, it's alright. You don't have to deal with this alone. If you ever need to talk or anything, I'm here." I look up at him, feeling a warm sense of gratitude spread through me. "Thanks, John. That means a lot," I say, smiling more genuinely this time. "I'm glad we're friends." John grins back at me. "Me too, Max."